Joseph M. Gerace
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Emily Dickinson; Spring, 1881
“genius is the ignition of affection — not intellect, as is supposed, — the exaltation of devotion, and in proportion to our capacity for that, is our experience of genius.¨ Dickinson, in a letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, early spring 1881
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Jill Soloway
mechanical arm lowers raises capable wavy red hair pink skin dry brown desert crunch so what? sliced blue cow the transforming grill blanket warm skin so what if you’re wrong? now you want to make art with cacti shriveling in the sunset? that’s the worst thing you could have said what do you do with a want who’s…
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Don’t Appear Howling
Wikipedia Poem, No. 487 compartments no compartments than what? then what that sound of intense emotion death blowing across vacant valley no-lines shot across compartments no compartments no lines between valleys no lines between compartments no compartmentalizing then what? the sound of intense emotion is the sound of of death crawling across the valley of…
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House Should Appear to be Hovering in Space
Wikipedia Poem, No. 486 hangstar bendstar frost in supersonic sound on wax father’s affect you receive one in the air report this suspension technique max-herald suspended in midair seraphim sense force and small scientists need to employ emtpy because you left receive one house should appear to be hovering in space because you recorded uncertain…
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Kino Sadamaru (1760-1841)
Though this body, I know, is a thing of no substance, must it fade, alas, so swiftly, like a soundless fart? Source: Sato, Hiroaki, and Burton Watson. From the Country of Eight Islands: An Anthology of Japanese Poetry. New York: Columbia University Press, 1987. Print.
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Hezutsu Tōsaku (1726-1789)
Affluence—define it as: pickled greens, rice for supper, nice wine, one bottle, modest but never empty Source: Sato, Hiroaki, and Burton Watson. From the Country of Eight Islands: An Anthology of Japanese Poetry. New York: Columbia University Press, 1987. Print.
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First Barn Owl Egg Hatch
Wikipedia Poem, No. 484 screech in green darkness and stamp my talons wet leafy flesh the master has built there will be many bones a small mouthful of mouse a fatty bite
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Therapy (Pulling Red Thread)
Wikipedia Poem, No. 483 dazzle in bayonne them i spot the battleship a brave thing in me but better in college baionnette bayonne diminutive bayon i am a human who sits unlike a trough purchased long at the academic front leaking a long narrow open container for animals to eat or drink out of control…
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